Ellie Jean is a triple threat. At any point, she is likely to poop, pee, or puke on you. During the day, there is a very good chance that I have one of the three Ps on my person somewhere. Just this morning (Okay, around noon), I noticed a mustard colored stain on my PJ pants. The sad part is Ellie hadn’t pooped since yesterday. However, none of this is as terrible as what happened to my husband two days ago.
We have dubbed it “the snarf”. Sweet baby girl was sitting on daddy’s chest when a little dribble of barf started to trickle down her chin. Before either of us could wipe it clean, she sneezed. Daddy was frozen with evidence of the snarf all over his face. Poor, poor daddy.
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